I was thinking about the Midwest.
White, orange, and black cars.
The color of the craft,
our New Year
Spotted on the first day of Summer.
Sometimes fresh starts aren’t always so fresh.
Sometimes they are hot and burning off scorching concrete.
Sometimes they are born on Midnight in the suburbs of Connecticut.
They sprinkled edible glitter on me.
How I wish I shined more,
How I wish someone would swallow me whole.
There are two styes in my eye.
They are weeping and oozing
I stopped wearing makeup
Somebody told me I look sick.
My top is see through and made of mesh
They told me they didn’t have the tummy for that.
I don’t either
but I can’t really see.